Marmion: Canto Iv. - The Camp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEFEEEEG HHHHHHDDI JJEEEK A EEEEEELELEEMM A EEEEEENEEENH HHEEH OPLL Q EERREEESSEEHHSSE EEENNNETU S RRHVHHEETEETEEET Q WWEEHHXXYYSEES Q ZZA2QQNZZZNEEB2EEEES C2SC2EEQQEEESES Q YYCCEED2E2E2D2EEHHEE XXF2F2EES S LLEETEETS EEE2E2 S EG2EG2H2E2H2H2H2E2SS SSSS S EH2H2EESSESEHEEHHHHH I2HI2Y| I | A |
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| Eustace I said did blithely mark | B |
| The first notes of the merry lark | B |
| The lark sang shrill the cock he crew | C |
| And loudly Marmion's bugles blew | C |
| And with their light and lively call | D |
| Brought groom and yeoman to the stall | D |
| Whistling they came and free of heart | E |
| But soon their mood was changed | F |
| Complaint was heard on every part | E |
| Of something disarranged | E |
| Some clamoured loud for armour lost | E |
| Some brawled and wrangled with the host | E |
| 'By Becket's bones ' cried one 'I fear | G |
| That some false Scot has stol'n my spear ' | - |
| Young Blount Lord Marmion's second squire | H |
| Found his steed wet with sweat and mire | H |
| Although the rated horse boy sware | H |
| Last night he dressed him sleek and fair | H |
| While chafed the impatient squire like thunder | H |
| Old Hubert shouts in fear and wonder | H |
| 'Help gentle Blount help comrades all | D |
| Bevis lies dying in his stall | D |
| To Marmion who the plight dare tell | I |
| Of the good steed he loves so well ' | - |
| Gaping for fear and ruth they saw | J |
| The charger panting on his straw | J |
| Till one who would seem wisest cried | E |
| 'What else but evil could betide | E |
| With that cursed Palmer for our guide | E |
| Better we had through mire and bush | K |
| Been lantern led by Friar Rush ' | - |
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| II | A |
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| Fitz Eustace who the cause but guessed | E |
| Nor wholly understood | E |
| His comrades' clamorous plaints suppressed | E |
| He knew Lord Marmion's mood | E |
| Him ere he issued forth he sought | E |
| And found deep plunged in gloomy thought | E |
| And did his tale display | L |
| Simply as if he knew of nought | E |
| To cause such disarray | L |
| Lord Marmion gave attention cold | E |
| Nor marvelled at the wonders told | E |
| Passed them as accidents of course | M |
| And bade his clarions sound to horse | M |
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| III | A |
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| Young Henry Blount meanwhile the cost | E |
| Had reckoned with their Scottish host | E |
| And as the charge he cast and paid | E |
| 'Ill thou deserv'st thy hire ' he said | E |
| 'Dost see thou knave my horse's plight | E |
| Fairies have ridden him all the night | E |
| And left him in a foam | N |
| I trust that soon a conjuring band | E |
| With English cross and blazing brand | E |
| Shall drive the devils from this land | E |
| To their infernal home | N |
| For in this haunted den I trow | H |
| All night they trampled to and fro ' | - |
| The laughing host looked on the hire | H |
| 'Gramercy gentle southern squire | H |
| And if thou com'st among the rest | E |
| With Scottish broadsword to be blest | E |
| Sharp be the brand and sure the blow | H |
| And short the pang to undergo ' | - |
| Here stayed their talk for Marmion | O |
| Gave now the signal to set on | P |
| The Palmer showing forth the way | L |
| They journeyed all the morning day | L |
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| IV | Q |
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| The greensward way was smooth and good | E |
| Through Humbie's and through Saltoun's wood | E |
| A forest glade which varying still | R |
| Here gave a view of dale and hill | R |
| There narrower closed till overhead | E |
| A vaulted screen the branches made | E |
| 'A pleasant path ' Fitz Eustace said | E |
| 'Such as where errant knights might see | S |
| Adventures of high chivalry | S |
| Might meet some damsel flying fast | E |
| With hair unbound and looks aghast | E |
| And smooth and level course were here | H |
| In her defence to break a spear | H |
| Here too are twilight nooks and dells | S |
| And oft in such the story tells | S |
| The damsel kind from danger freed | E |
| Did grateful pay her champion's meed ' | - |
| He spoke to cheer Lord Marmion's mind | E |
| Perchance to show his lore designed | E |
| For Eustace much had pored | E |
| Upon a huge romantic tome | N |
| In the hall window of his home | N |
| Imprinted at the antique dome | N |
| Of Caxton or De Worde | E |
| Therefore he spoke but spoke in vain | T |
| For Marmion answered nought again | U |
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| V | S |
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| Now sudden distant trumpets shrill | R |
| In notes prolonged by wood and hill | R |
| Were heard to echo far | H |
| Each ready archer grasped his bow | V |
| But by the flourish soon they know | H |
| They breathed no point of war | H |
| Yet cautious as in foeman's land | E |
| Lord Marmion's order speeds the band | E |
| Some opener ground to gain | T |
| And scarce a furlong had they rode | E |
| When thinner trees receding showed | E |
| A little woodland plain | T |
| Just in that advantageous glade | E |
| The halting troop a line had made | E |
| As forth from the opposing shade | E |
| Issued a gallant train | T |
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| VI | Q |
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| First came the trumpets at whose clang | W |
| So late the forest echoes rang | W |
| On prancing steeds they forward pressed | E |
| With scarlet mantle azure vest | E |
| Each at his trump a banner wore | H |
| Which Scotland's royal scutcheon bore | H |
| Heralds and pursuivants by name | X |
| Bute Islay Marchmount Rothsay came | X |
| In painted tabards proudly showing | Y |
| Gules argent or and azure glowing | Y |
| Attendant on a king at arms | S |
| Whose hand the armorial truncheon held | E |
| That feudal strife had often quelled | E |
| When wildest its alarms | S |
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| VII | Q |
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| He was a man of middle age | Z |
| In aspect manly grave and sage | Z |
| As on king's errand come | A2 |
| But in the glances of his eye | Q |
| A penetrating keen and sly | Q |
| Expression found its home | N |
| The flash of that satiric rage | Z |
| Which bursting on the early stage | Z |
| Branded the vices of the age | Z |
| And broke the keys of Rome | N |
| On milk white palfrey forth he paced | E |
| His cap of maintenance was graced | E |
| With the proud heron plume | B2 |
| From his steed's shoulder loin and breast | E |
| Silk housings swept the ground | E |
| With Scotland's arms device and crest | E |
| Embroidered round and round | E |
| The double tressure might you see | S |
| First by Achaius borne | C2 |
| The thistle and the fleur de lis | S |
| And gallant unicorn | C2 |
| So bright the king's armorial coat | E |
| That scarce the dazzled eye could note | E |
| In living colours blazoned brave | Q |
| The lion which his title gave | Q |
| A train which well beseemed his state | E |
| But all unarmed around him wait | E |
| Still is thy name in high account | E |
| And still thy verse has charms | S |
| Sir David Lindesay of the Mount | E |
| Lord Lion King at Arms | S |
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| VIII | Q |
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| Down from his horse did Marmion spring | Y |
| Soon as he saw the Lion King | Y |
| For well the stately baron knew | C |
| To him such courtesy was due | C |
| Whom royal James himself had crowned | E |
| And on his temples placed the round | E |
| Of Scotland's ancient diadem | D2 |
| And wet his brow with hallowed wine | E2 |
| And on his finger given to shine | E2 |
| The emblematic gem | D2 |
| Their mutual greetings duly made | E |
| The Lion thus his message said | E |
| 'Though Scotland's king hath deeply swore | H |
| Ne'er to knit faith with Henry more | H |
| And strictly hath forbid resort | E |
| From England to his royal court | E |
| Yet for he knows Lord Marmion's name | X |
| And honours much his warlike fame | X |
| My liege hath deemed it shame and lack | F2 |
| Of courtesy to turn him back | F2 |
| And by his order I your guide | E |
| Must lodging fit and fair provide | E |
| Till finds King James meet time to see | S |
| The flower of English chivalry ' | - |
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| IX | S |
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| Though inly chafed at this delay | L |
| Lord Marmion bears it as he may | L |
| The Palmer his mysterious guide | E |
| Beholding thus his place supplied | E |
| Sought to take leave in vain | T |
| Strict was the Lion King's command | E |
| That none who rode in Marmion's band | E |
| Should sever from the train | T |
| 'England has here enow of spies | S |
| In Lady Heron's witching eyes ' | - |
| To Marchmount thus apart he said | E |
| But fair pretext to Marmion made | E |
| The right hand path they now decline | E2 |
| And trace against the stream the Tyne | E2 |
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| X | S |
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| At length up that wild dale they wind | E |
| Where Crichtoun Castle crowns the bank | G2 |
| For there the Lion's care assigned | E |
| A lodging meet for Marmion's rank | G2 |
| That castle rises on the steep | H2 |
| Of the green vale of Tyne | E2 |
| And far beneath where slow they creep | H2 |
| From pool to eddy dark and deep | H2 |
| Where alders moist and willows weep | H2 |
| You hear her streams repine | E2 |
| The towers in different ages rose | S |
| Their various architecture shows | S |
| The builders' various hands | S |
| A mighty mass that could oppose | S |
| When deadliest hatred fired its foes | S |
| The vengeful Douglas bands | S |
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| XI | S |
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| Crichtoun though now thy miry court | E |
| But pens the lazy steer and sheep | H2 |
| Thy turrets rude and tottered keep | H2 |
| Have been the minstrel's loved resort | E |
| Oft have I traced within thy fort | E |
| Of mouldering shields the mystic sense | S |
| Scutcheons of honour or pretence | S |
| Quartered in old armorial sort | E |
| Remains of rude magnificence | S |
| Nor wholly yet had time defaced | E |
| Thy lordly gallery fair | H |
| Nor yet the stony cord unbraced | E |
| Whose twisted knots with roses laced | E |
| Adorn thy ruined stair | H |
| Still rises unimpaired below | H |
| The courtyard's graceful portico | H |
| Above its cornice row and row | H |
| Of fair hewn facets richly show | H |
| Their pointed diamond form | I2 |
| Though there but houseless cattle go | H |
| To shield them from the storm | I2 |
| And shuddering | Y |
Sir Walter Scott
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